Mark on the Wall Exercise

keyhole on the wooden table the table on which yesterday professors and maybe last century professors and years years years ago professors even the mr ezra professor leaned or sat or leaned sat asking lofty minded boys not girls vague kids what was the subjectivity objectivity subjectivity of when the winter afternoon sun falls through the window and lighting upon my desk at what tune do i digress mr ezra and the children talking in poems and riddles of what the poem riddles or talks like bow and arrow men foggy eyes foggy air and where is the target so that english classrooms from here and out should not be classrooms not english classrooms but parlors some backdoor nest with cigarettes and shiny cups candle lit and people warm people whispering while others cold people take the air over the table some wooden table with a keyhole yet even the whispers will i think or should i think unlock something